Floating Life Half Awake GL

smelly man...

Seeing Cen Nan's frowning and displeasure, Xia Lan really didn't know how to react.

Thinking about what happened recently, the eyes immediately became complicated. After staring at the little man in front of him for a moment, he raised his lips and smiled.

"Look at you, always frowning like this, be careful not to look good when you grow up."

When Xia Lan spoke, she naturally raised her hand to caress the pimple on her brow. Cen Nan flinched unconsciously, but he didn't avoid it.

"What do you want to do to be so beautiful?"

Hearing this, Xia Lan found it interesting, and couldn't help asking curiously, "If you are born good-looking, many people will like it."

Cen Nan raised his eyes and stared straight at Xia Lan with black eyes, "Why do so many people like it? Isn't it enough that the people you like like you?".

Xia Lan was stopped by Cen Nan's question, "That's the case, but."

"Everything has advantages and disadvantages. Being born with stunning beauty can indeed win people's attention and make it easier to get something. However, it will also bring people many unexpected troubles and even disasters. Therefore, I'd rather be born ordinary."

After finishing the words, I found that Xia Lan didn't respond. When I looked up, I saw that her eyes were looking at me, but she was not looking at me. The eyes were complicated, and she was a little dazed. I don't know what she thought of.

Cen Nan didn't say anything, just watched, looking thoughtful.

"I didn't expect Nan'er to see it so clearly, but Sister Lan sighed, cough cough"

Looking at Xia Lan's slightly pale lips, Cen Nan frowned and said, "Sister Lan, let's sleep a little longer."

Xia Lan smiled weakly, "Okay."

After Xia Lan lay down, Cen Nan couldn't help raising his hand and carefully tucked the corner of the quilt, with a serious look on his face. Xia Lan looked at it, and felt a warmth slowly overflowing from the bottom of his heart.

"Nan'er go back too"

"Okay", Cen Nan simply agreed, but there was no movement under his feet.

Xia Lan seemed to have expected it, and smiled softly, "Then when I fall asleep, Nan'er will go back."

Seeing Cen Nan nod his head, Xia Lanfu closed his eyes. His already tired body, coupled with the effect of the medicine, soon fell asleep.

Standing at the head of the bed, Cen Nan listened to Xia Lan's steady breathing, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning around and walking to the window, he just climbed onto the couch lightly, when he raised his eyes, he saw that the wall, which had been blank for only a day, had returned to its original appearance.

The same location, the same painting, I have to say that Xia Lan really repaired it very well, from such a distance, the traces of being torn are not very obvious.

Except, the line of inscriptions in the upper right corner has been so blurred that it can almost be regarded as some ink stains on it.That was something that Xia Lan couldn't repair no matter how much time and energy she spent, because that night, Cen Nan completely destroyed it.

With a soft sigh, he turned his hand to pick up the scroll on the low table, "Anthology of Poems", it really suits her very well.Unconsciously, he raised his head to glance at the person on the bed, and then opened the poetry collection in his hand.

Cen Nan had to admit that this kind of book was really not suitable for her. After reading it for a long time, she began to feel drowsy. After a while, she tilted her body and fell asleep.

It wasn't loud until several knocks on the door, but Cen Nan was still awakened, subconsciously looked at the bed, and only after confirming that Xia Lan hadn't been woken up did he quickly leave the inner room.

"Sister Man'er, what's the matter?"

"Miss Nan'er", Man'er gave a salute before replying, "Mrs. Ning came over and said that she wanted to discuss the wedding with Wang Hao."

As soon as the words came out, Man'er felt the face of the person in front of her suddenly turn cold.

"What is there to discuss! Everything is done according to the rules of the concubine's entry, you go back to her, just say"

"Man'er, come in and talk," Xia Lan's voice suddenly came from the inner room.

After entering the inner room, Man'er rarely hesitated for a moment, but she repeated what she had just told Cen Nan.

"Go ahead and ask Mrs. Ning to wait for a while, I will change my clothes and go."

Man'er said yes, bowed and was about to leave.

"Sister Lan is still ill, how can she worry about such small things anymore," Cen Nan said displeased.

Man'er suddenly felt in a dilemma, whether to go or stay, so he looked at Xia Lan as if asking for help.

"Don't worry, Nan'er. After taking the medicine just now, I'm already much better. Don't worry, it won't take too long."

For Xia Lan's gentle comfort, Cen Nan seemed to have never heard of it, his thin lips were tightly pursed and he looked sideways, with a stubborn expression that could not be discussed.

After a moment of silence, Xia Lan put the quilt that had been turned off at a corner and covered it again, then looked up at Man'er and said, "Go and tell Mrs. Ning that I'm not feeling well today, and we'll discuss this matter another day."

Man'er went out, Xia Lan couldn't help smiling when she saw the sulking person in a blink of an eye.

"I have listened to Nan'er, is Nan'er still angry?"

The soft voice and slightly coquettish tone made the tips of the little ears stained with delicate pink so unexpectedly, and they didn't dare to meet their eyes, so they just turned around with a small face and said, "I'll give you Pour a glass of water."

"Thank you, Nan'er." Xia Lan took a sip of the water that Cen Nan handed over, and then involuntarily reached out to touch the small red ears.

Cen Nan only felt a rush of heat rushing up his cheeks, and unconsciously turned his face to avoid it. The next moment, he felt a touch of coolness slide over his hot cheeks, and he shivered unconsciously.

"Then, it's time for lunch."

For Cen Nan's sudden statement, Xia Lan smiled clearly.

"Nan'er, Sister Lan wants to ask you for help with something, can I?"

Cen Nan raised his eyes in doubt, "Say it."

"Can Nan'er forgive third brother?"

The strange thing is that since that day, no one from Ningfu came to Xia Lan to talk about the wedding.

Xia Lan could probably guess why, and she didn't go against someone's wishes anymore, she just told everyone to prepare for the relevant matters, and the date of Leng Zongmu's marriage to Ning Ruan was set in half a month.

Although Xia Lan was rarely lazy, it took seven or eight days for the wind and cold to completely heal, and she was under the strict watch of Cen Nan, otherwise the recovery would have been slower.

Cen Nan accompanied (watched) Xia Lan almost every day except for the teacher's teaching time.

Wear less, no; eat less, no; read books for too long, no; wind blows too much, no.There are strict requirements on when to drink medicine and when to go to bed.

It was the first time for Xia Lan to experience such a life under such strict control. The feeling was really different, but she couldn't explain it clearly in a few words.

However, on the day when Cen Nan lifted her body completely, Xia Lan still felt a sense of relief, and couldn't help but smile after realizing that.

Two days before the big wedding, Pingnan County had the first snowfall since the beginning of winter, but it didn't fall very much for only an hour, with flying catkins scattered sparsely.

When Cen Nan came out of the study, the catkins stopped flying, but looking around, the world was completely white, and everything was covered with a layer of pure white veil, just like a bride with a veil, waiting quietly. with her bridegroom to uncover.

The black eyes that were shining with excitement and anticipation suddenly dimmed, leaving only desolation.

"Nan'er"

The sound of nature seemed to come from the distant sky lingering into the bottom of my heart, Cen Nan looked sideways, and in a snow-white courtyard, Xia Lan was dressed in white clothes like snow, seeming to be one with the world.

At this moment, he was waving to Cen Nan under the eaves, and the smile on his lips was spreading bit by bit...

Two days later, it was the day when Leng Zongmu married Ning Ruan to the mansion, before dawn, the palace began to be busy.

It stands to reason that Ning Ruan Guofu is just a concubine, and she is simply carried into the mansion in a sedan chair.

Leng Zongmu didn't even want people to prepare a sedan chair, but Ning's family is also a respectable family in Pingnan County, and Ning Kai is also a second-rank official in the imperial court. How could this only beloved daughter be allowed to marry quietly? Let's do it, and I hope that this battle will be bigger and better, so that I won't lose face.

For this reason, Leng Zongmu and Ning Kai confronted each other again, and Leng Zongmu even said in a fit of anger, "That king just won't marry."

Later, it was Xia Lan's good words of persuasion that made Leng Zongmu's attitude soften, but still according to what I said before, the palace only follows the system of marrying concubines, as for what you want to do with Ningfu, it has nothing to do with him.

When welcoming the bride, the procession was almost overcrowded on both sides of the main road, the roadside and the windows of the houses on the second floor were crowded with people. The last time Pingnan County was so lively was when King Pingnan married Princess Pingnan.

Time has changed, things have changed, and now it's just marrying a concubine to get started, but it still makes it so grand.

This added a lot of mystery and confusion to the previous rumors, and various versions of "Wangfu Enmity" have evolved.

There is a saying that once upon a time, the prince and the princess were so affectionate and envious of others, but the princess had nothing to do for many years, and she was jealous and tolerated others. She forbade the prince to take a concubine, which finally angered the prince. In the end, she is determined to marry Miss Ningfu who has been her favorite and has been silently with her for many years.

There are others, on the contrary, saying that the prince and the princess have loved each other for many years, they have always been loving, and the husband and wife are deeply affectionate.Even though the concubine had nothing to do for many years after the miscarriage, the relationship between the two is still the same as before.For the sake of Leng's incense, the princess persuaded the prince more than once to accept another concubine, but was rejected by the prince.

Besides, Miss Ningfu has been in love with the prince since the first time she saw the prince, but the prince only has the princess in his heart, but Miss Ningfu is also persistent and has been unwilling to give up. Waiting for the word boudoir.Seeing that it was about to be two decades, Miss Ning's family saw that there was no hope of marrying into the palace, so she began to wantonly spread rumors to slander the princess. Today's big wedding.

Before today, most people still believed in the former, but after seeing the bridegroom today, many people began to believe in the latter even more.

It's no wonder, you said it was a day of great joy, but the groom's official expression was like that of a funeral, and it was obvious from a glance that he was unwilling.

Most of the onlookers were gossip-minded, and this undoubtedly ignited the gossip soul in their hearts. No wonder, watching this play was even more exciting than the storyteller's book.

Because of this "happy event", Cen Nan didn't need to study today, it was considered a "rare" vacation, but he didn't feel like taking a vacation at all.

Everyone in the mansion was busy, and Cen Nan didn't want to join in the fun, so he went to the study alone.Nothing to do, I thought about reading for a while, but after reading less than a page, I couldn't read any more.

Lie down on the table, his eyes unconsciously fell on the neatly folded clothes on the couch.These are the new clothes that Xia Lan sent over not long ago, not the white, silver and gray that Cen Nan likes to wear on weekdays, but purple.

On the big day, everyone in the mansion is full of festive colors, including the people.But Xia Lan knew that Cen Nan didn't like red the most, so she sent someone to send the purple clothes.

It's just...it's not her happy event, why should she cooperate so much.

There was another sigh, Cen Nan didn't even need to think about it, Xia Lan must be busy with this "happy event", she really wanted to go over and drag him away, but... after all, she still didn't want Xia Lan to be too embarrassing.

Looking sideways at the sky outside the window, it seemed to be gloomy in response to Cen Nan's mood at the moment.

Suddenly, Cen Nan remembered the day before yesterday, when the first snow fell, and Xia Lan, dressed in white, was standing in the snow-white courtyard, the smile on her lips was rippling bit by bit, like a holy snow lotus quietly blooming on the top of a snow mountain, The soft light in the bright eyes overflowed shallowly, like the silver sea above the starry sky, radiant and touching.

Thinking of the incomplete painting in Xia Lan's room, he suddenly had an idea in his mind, jumped off the chair, ran to open the door, and a gust of cold wind blew, making Cen Nan shiver unconsciously.

"Brother Mo"

"exist"

"Please go and find me a dagger"

After saying that, he ran to the yard by himself for a while, and finally picked up a branch that was as thick as a pinky finger and went back.

After a while, Mo Er brought over the dagger, and after Cen Nan took it, he slashed at the end of the branch.

After it was sharpened, it was placed aside the desk, and Fu turned around to find a piece of paper specially designed for drawing, and carefully spread it on the desk.

After seeing that it was placed upright, he took the sharpened branch and dipped it in ink, and began to draw it on the paper.

The cold wind sneaked in through the window, gently brushing a few strands of hair on the forehead, revealing a serious face underneath.

Half an hour later, Xia Lan, who was standing on the snow in the courtyard that day, just jumped quietly on the paper, with a slight smile on her lips, and stars in her eyes.

Cen Nan moved his somewhat stiff wrist, carefully scrutinized the person in the painting with his eyes, and suddenly felt that the eyebrows were still a little sparse, he was about to write but suddenly stopped, turned the pointed tip to look at it, and then picked it up again. The dagger lay aside.

But for a moment, there was a "hiss", and a cut was pulled on the index finger of his left hand. Cen Nan pressed his thumb almost reflexively, and then, a small drop of blood rolled down from between the fingers.

Oops!

Cen Nan hurriedly moved his injured hand away from the painting, but saw that drop of bright red had already fallen directly between the eyebrows of the person in the painting...

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